Utah Valley 10K.

At the beginning of the year, my dad, Courtnie and I decided to run a 10k together. I somehow convinced Austin to run with us as well. We registered for the Utah Valley 10K and started training. Between starting a new job, building a house, selling a house, and 2 very energetic children my training slacked. Like a lot. I was not ready at all for the race, but opted to run it away. Austin wimped out but that is a different story. The morning started all too early, as we drove down to Provo to load the buses to the starting line. Once the starting gun went off, off we ran. I lost Courtnie at about the starting line and my dad before Mile 1 (they both training a little harder than me!). So I was running solo! I was able to get through the race in one piece without crawling through the finish line. I distracted myself along the run with snapchat, otter pop, and watching all the spectators. I ended up finishing the race in 1:12. Way Better than I was anticipating. After the race, we headed to Kneaders to celebrate. This is when things took a turn for the worse. We got to kneaders and I started feeling rotten. I was unsure if it was due to the lack of training, starving, or being dehydrated. I was feeling weak and nauseous and ending up throwing up. Turns out, I got a stomach bug and was down for the next 24 hours. It was not the perfect ending to the race. But I am glad I didn't start throwing up until after I was done running. It is the small things...